Chapter 1 : The Tulsa Twins

"Which would you like to use today Master ?"Deborah Tulsa asked with a sparkling white smile as she obediently held up a gleaming silver tray that contained mixed bag of different sized dildos. The vast array of toy dog came in a host of colors ranging from pinko and red to black and blue. There were miniature with ridgepole, bumps, and even little nut. On the table beside her were additional trays, one containing a embarrassment of anal plugs with a range of bod, sizes and feature film and another tray filled with a ***********ion of clamps, cartridge holder, chains and other devices that ensured that a sufficient total of botheration would play along any pleasure.

Deborah's sister Lauren was hunched over in a corner of the way, her firm legs spread with a heavy steel bar attached to thick leather cuffs that were secured to her ticklish ankles with small padlocks. The two bottle blondes were very similitude and were the giving pop idol sensation a few years back. Before that they were performing at a cookie cutter suburban mall, completely ignored by the multitude of shoppers scurrying from store to put in like radical of actor emmet, when they were approached by none other than the great Larry Perlman with an offer from empire track record.

Larry was in his early sixties, stoutness and generally untempting, but that didn't matter because he was also ample, mightily and well connected. There was no shortage of niggling fancy woman with whizz in their eye and cocks in their hole who would do literally anything for a opportunity at fame.

With regard to the Tulsa twins, Larry Perlman had raised them from basically nil. He had put them on the debauched track. Every billboard, article and sports stadium was ruled by the famous Tulsa Gemini the Twins."This one,"Larry said as he picked up a long floppy rubber knock dildo that sprung back and Forth River in his hand. He moved to bulk large over Lauren's lithesome eubstance, watching it shimmer in the lamp igniter of his small-scale home. He had money to be for sure, but Larry never understood the indigence to show off it like some men. Most of his wealth was well hidden in the cellar where Lauren resided permanently. In fact she hadn't been outside in years.

Larry flipped her restrained body over so that her weight rested on her blazonry, enjoying the view of the tosh that escaped the shining red Lucille Ball gag that filled her sassing and leaked down her chin onto the floor. Her hair was matted and like the residuum of her body, hadn't been washed in at least a week."You really do smell disgusting Lauren,"he teased her. She looked up at him with soulless sunken leafy vegetable eyes. They no longer held any angriness, sadness, longing or desire of any variety. She had lost hope for escape or any semblance of a life story a long metre ago. She was now just an empty shell. She didn't even squirm as he roughly shoved the pink invader up her tight, dry cakehole and locked it in spot."You really shouldn't have run Lauren, or slandered me in that tell all ledger of yours,"he lectured."I'm going to attain you repent what you did every day for the relief of your misfortunate life."

He said this to her every day without fail. Two round-eyed conviction repeated habitually for the past six years. On most days this bare ceremony was the most homo contact she received all day ; a small measure of torture, then back to isolation and fury. After a year she stopped moving when not provoked and after two years she stopped screaming. After five she stopped doing much of anything at all.

Her book wasn't slander of course of action. Larry Perlman had done everything she said ; extortion, blackmail, drugs, coercion and Thomas More. But she didn't need to be so ugly and public about it."You precious fame, I gave it to you. I used my superpower and joining to piddle you stars,"he said as he ***********ed the perfective anal sparking plug from the tray on the table. He bypassed the tray with the clamps as those had already been affixed to Lauren's sore, aching tits. In fact, her nipple spent the absolute majority of time tortured in this manner with only a few hours of freedom each day. Larry wondered what that must feel like after so many years. Was it possible that the brief periods of liberation each day were somehow more terrible ?

"You were very kind for saltation starting our careers. We owe everything to you, Sir,"squeaked Deborah. For the sake of her career Deborah had denied the allegations in Lauren's book, had stood by Larry and he had rewarded her. She spent three more years as a democratic solo act before deciding that she wanted to be a slave. Her close mechanical press release simply stated that she had realized the value in becoming a plaything for her Master and advised all career woman to give up their ambitions and find a nice man to hold care of them. Deborah was a ethnic idol and Larry had to marvel how many bright eyed lady friend had decided not to quest for a profession that yr because of the run-in of their hero sandwich.

He picked Lauren up by her neck opening, pressing gruelling on her throat, feeling the limpness of her body as her void centre stared past him. There was zilch left in her to torture, but that didn't mean he would ever let go. It was important that she live and suffer this way for she needed to answer as a lesson. Not to herself, but rather to others who may accept had thought process of publishing allegations of their own. She was a surviving nub doll whose existence had been reduced a few simple words ; don't fuck with Larry Perlman.

"Deborah, be a good little wench and put this thing back in its cage,"he ordered while depositing her rancid sister on the sofa.

"Absolutely headmaster,"Deborah replied with a smiling and an enthusiastic bound of her ample tits as she grabbed her sis by the collar and dragged her toward the steps. Lauren half heartedly tried to keep up bound as she was but her twin was doing virtually of the work. After Deborah finished locking her sister away in the Cage that sat in a corner of the dank cellar, she returned to Larry, getting on all fours and crawling before him, naked except her collar. Her bend were extenuated with every elegant cat comparable movement as if she was purposely trying to arouse her Master.

"I'm so no-count Master ; all those mean value, untrue thing my sister said about you in that book…"

She climbed up on his lap and he could feel her heat against his dead body.

"Don't headache about it Deborah, that was a yearn prison term ago."Larry kissed her neck and heard her purr.

"It still bothers me. I just feel like I have to make up for what she did. It's my purpose."*Hypnosis will do that. *

He smiled at her and moved his lips closer as his rod slid inside the wet, willing golf hole that had become Deborah Tulsa."If that's you feel I understand,"he reassured her while petting her head softly and sliding his manhood deep into her juices and inner folds."This was all your decision."

As Larry enjoyed the affectionateness of his slave's flesh wrapped around his appendage, his view were drawn to a new natural endowment that would be arriving at his doorstep in a few years. He wondered what she would be like as he grabbed the boldness of Deborah's ass and began to thrust harder. He knew nothing about her and was intrigued, but for now he simply enjoyed being inside the mind, philia and body of the most suitable charwoman on the planet ; his pet who had given up her career to become his cock sleeve.

Chapter 2 : The Arrival

I had gotten lost three times while trying to find the set house. I never was very good with focal point. There were just so many streets and so many name and figure for me to restrain trail of. When I finally found the right address, I was confused. The residency didn't flavor unstinted at all and I was surprised that such a famous medicine executive would live in such a piazza. Nevertheless, there was no dubiousness that I was at the right firm. I approached the humble room access and knocked respectfully. I had never thought of being notable nor did I even desire it, yet here I was, a long way from the promenade where I played my guitar and sung for the few dollars that were thrown into my guitar case from time to clock time. utmost Friday something else was thrown in however, a business card from Larry Perlman, chief executive director and producer with Empire Records. He said he fell in sexual love with my little street level performance, was convinced that I was going to be the next big thing and he wanted to help me become what I was always meant to be.

After a few moment and the muted thumps of something falling, the room access opened to bring out an overweight yet gentle and vaguely conversant looking man. Behind him were the naked, fret covered forms of two leaning blond fille sprawled out on the storey on full phase of the moon exhibit but I couldn't see their faces as they were blocked from my position. I knew that the rich and illustrious lived in a very different way than the rest of us and I'm certainly no prude, but I blushed anyway, my impertinence heating up with a vivid red glow, convinced that I had interrupted something important and the utmost thing I wanted to be was an imposition.

I could sense Mr. Perlman's optic appraising me as they traveled from my pocket-sized foundation which were encased in black stiletto heels up my smooth tanned legs to the shiny black latex mini skirt that clung to my rosehip. His gaze continued to travel further to my house little breasts that pushed against the dilute material of my red cami that was partially covered by my jean cap and finally to the delicate features of my case. He had an excellent poker facial expression. I could n't tell if he was proud of, disappointed, bored or disgusted. I shifted my weight on my high cad nervously as my heart thumped like crazy.

The blonde girls sat up and I instantly recognized them as the Tulsa Twin Falls. I even remembered when my best friend scored slate to one of their show and invited me along. We knew all their signature saltation moves and would follow along nearly every night as we watched their videos. There was the white meat joggle and grab that Lauren was famous for. I must hold practiced that one for time of day until I got it just right. Grab and gouge my small left bosom, bat my justly index finger, jiggle my breasts, slither my saliva covered finger between my legs and catch and compress my perky right breast. Deborah 's movement was a lot harder. She would open her ramification, fold over and slap her ass, moving her digit from the front line where her vagina was up the back past tense her anus, and then she 'd spin around, arch her spine while thrusting her ample white meat out and grab and cup her pubic mound and get going thrusting as her digit slid up and down. I had so often trouble getting that one right hand but I still remember how incredibly proud I was when I finally did it.

My quartz glass blue eye were fixed on the two Sister on the floor of Mr. Perlman's living room. Deborah was on all fours with a creamy white subject matter that looked like it may feature been cum leaking out of her ass while Lauren who was heavily chained was busy cleaning it with her lingua. At to the lowest degree I think I got it right, they were twins after all and maybe it was the reverse.

With such beautiful and famed talents going at each other in his living room, how could Mr. Perlman possibly be interested in me ? How could my dark hairsbreadth comparison to their blonde plait ? How could a tiny footling half breed oriental person like me be in the Saami league as two gorgeous pure breds with such amazing bodies ? Mr. Perlman's eye met my own and he reached out and brushed an errant string of my foresightful black hair from my aspect, tucking it behind my ear as I subconsciously licked my full pouty lips with my mild saliva covered tongue. I thought I was going to pass out from the nervousness. `` It 's a pleasance to finally meet you Mr. Perlman, I'm Kristin Kailey,"I said, hoping to discontinue the bunglesome silence.

Chapter 3 : Assessing the New gift

Larry looked over the little half breed tease who stood on his doorstep and evaluated her. She was slender in frame of reference and not as busty as some of the other performers he had worked with, but that could easily change. Kristin's slender little body could be transformed easily. A bigger set of tits, a rounder rear ; he imagined how an enlarged ass might push the confines of her rubber-base paint skirt and found himself becoming stiff at the thought of molding her into a double-dyed mirror image of his imagination. He could tell that she was excited to be here, but then again, that could deliver been the presence of the twins. Larry noticed that she couldn't take her centre off them, as if hungry to use up their place and be morphed to be just like them ; a little blonde bimbo trollop who would shake her taut little ass for the camera, moving and gyrating her petite hips for the adoration of her fan. Indeed the twins would be an important element in talks for certain.

"Hello Miss Kailey, it's such a delight to see you. You are a visual sensation of beauty,"Larry said while brushing my dark tomentum and examining my face. Although I thought it was odd, I didn't even flinch when he pressed his finger's breadth to my full lips and pried at my mouth."Well, come on in,"he said with a motion of his hand."Oh and let me introduce you !"The Twin Falls had moved to wait submissively behind him on their articulatio genus, not speaking until spoken too."If only all slit could be trained this well,"he thought to himself."These are the Tulsa Gemini the Twins. They're old gift of mine but have since decided to experience a more silence life. Being a star isn't for everyone you know,"Larry said as he gave Deborah a surreptitious sign.

"It certainly wasn't for me Master,"she said with bubbly enthusiasm."It's so lots nicer to be attribute. To be owned completely. Though it took me some sentence to sleep with that's what I wanted."

*Good little agitate pet*, Larry thought as he looked at Lauren meaningfully. If she cooperated tonight he had agreed to let her out into the sun for a walking in the park ; just like she and her baby had once enjoyed during the more inexperienced person solar day of his tutelage.

"Yes. We're- we're so golden"Croaked Lauren, voice sore from underuse. When she got half way through her parentage she began to cry.

"She's overwhelmed,"Larry quickly adapted,"She just can't supporter but feel grateful. The Tulsa's had a hard life before making it big."

"Oh yes, we're just so lucky to have met you Sir,"piped up Deborah, who was always good at improvisation. Cum was still leaking down her second joint as she finished delivering her weeping sister's origin."It's really squeamish to fulfill my successor. I hear my Master has some really big architectural plan for you."

We entered the living room which was arranged with multiple sofa facing each former and an spread center. Deborah had prepared a limited tea for all the girlfriend, the same sort that Larry served to all the young, starry eyed bitch who entered his power or domicile. He directed me to acquire a seat directly opposite him and I caught him staring up my short latex skirt on more than one occasion. Normally I would have become self conscious or offended and closed my wooden leg, but I felt my legs widening almost imperceptibly. It was like I wanted him to see what was there.

"Certainly it was just another cunt"he thought,"but soon it would be a cunt that men all around the world would crave to be wrapped around their shafts. She'd instruct the ropes of show biz just like anyone else. And the concentrated piece of work it took to make it to the top. She'd learn that lesson just like the Tulsa's had."

Larry leaned forward and smiled."Ok Kristin, so you're obviously an amazing singer and you can play the guitar fairly well, however music isn't just about how good you can talk. I wish it was, but it's a highly free-enterprise mart. That's why you need manufacturer like me in your corner. I've worked with a lot of notable multitude, not just the Tulsa Twins but also Katie Kurin and to the highest degree recently Taylor Slut. All of these miss have done a lot to reach the point they're at. You're will to commit me right ?"Larry said as he stared into my eye with his best face of sincerity."“ swallow your tea, go ahead. Deborah made it just for you."

Mr. Perlman was so skillful. I definitely didn't expect for him to be so affectionate and obliging and I quickly found my initial restiveness wearing off. When we sat down I couldn't believe that it was Lauren Tulsa on all fours right in social movement of me. Literally six inch from me there she was ! Of course she was naked and being used as a piece of furniture but still, Lauren Tulsa was right there ! I couldn't help but to gaze at her perfect body. Her tumid breasts dangling beneath her, jiggling each clock time she made a minor readjustment in her position. The shine moisture around the flock of her break bald pussy that seemed to smart with desire and the way her recollective blond hair cascaded around her articulatio humeri. She was double-dyed. I wanted to be perfect.

*Okay, calm down, grinning, sit up straight, and thrust your footling breast out. You can do this ! *

I brushed my foresightful black hairsbreadth back and made eye contact with Mr. Perlman as he explained how affair worked in the euphony business concern. I found myself smiling so all-inclusive that surely all of my perfect tense little white teeth were on display.

*Spread your stage just a little more. Tease him a little and he'll cause you a famed performer. Everyone will see you and sleep together who you are if you can show him what a star you can be. *

I leaned forward to grab my tea from Lauren's back and as I took detention of the cup my fingertips grazed her smooth skin. I could see her torso react with visible goose bumps and a slight movement as her exposed anus pulsed but she remained as still and quiet as possible despite the salty mascara ladened binge that continued to drip silently off her face.

*Oh my god ! I just touched Lauren Tulsa ! topper day ever ! *

I took a big sip of the delicious tea and as Mr. Perlman continued I began feeling warm, no doubt the resultant of the hot tea I was drinking. My skin was starting to feel gush and tingly so I returned my tea cup to Lauren's back. She winced slightly as the ashen porcelain balanced on her lissom sick cutis, her tits jiggling and swaying as she struggled to keep still. I slid out of my jacket and I immediately began to finger the pinko nipples at the ends of my perky little breast stiffening against the satiny fabric of my red camisole. They were so stiff that it felt as if they were poking through my top, becoming bigger and harder as the sleek material rubbed them with each almost indiscernible cause and the sensory faculty was starting to make me crazy.

Mr. Perlman was still talking. Naming the diverse Acts he represented and what it took to be famous in the music line of work, but his voice was going in and out. It was like I couldn't focus on it for more than a couple seconds at a fourth dimension and my shiny blue center kept moving back to Lauren's rearward end. I couldn't stoppage staring at her vagina and ass, they were soporific. The more I gawked, the Thomas More aware I became of my own hairless petty pussy. My clitoris began to swell, peeking out from behind its sarcoid little hood as the stretchy tissue paper of my voiced pink labias became hot and tingly.

*My tight little fuck trap is aching. I want to sense my digit in my harlot hole. Oh god I just want to tinct it so badly right now. I want to match my aching dripping cunt. *

It was like an itch that I couldn't loot and I was using all my energy to celebrate my handwriting from flying up my latex doll to pass myself instant sculptural relief. This was like overrefinement and I didn't recognize how much retentive I would be able to put up it. I could only go for that Mr. Perlman didn't notice the struggle that I was currently enduring and that it wouldn't feign my luck of becoming a star performer.

Larry Perlman stared at the petite night haired female child in front line of him and a smile crept across his face. She was pushing her legs wider and wider. It was organic structure language and she was signaling sake. Her legato shaven little legs were inviting him inside, offering an exchange to establish her renowned that may or may not birth been done consciously."Kristin Kailey is already quite the slut and she hasn't even finished her tea yet,"he thought."With a little more actuate, who knows how far a beef in heat like her could go."He could see that the lady friend was panting now, her blue eyes panoptic. She obviously loved the twins.

"It really was careless of me to lead you into the presence of greatness so carelessly. Please forgive me."Larry's words dripped like flaccid honey to the small half breed girl whose soft, slender body was going mad with lust. He rubbed his temple in a false gesture of concentration before snapping his fingers."I know ! In site like this the best affair to do is temper you. After all Kristin, you'll be around famous celebrities like Deborah and Lauren Tulsa all the time. You need to get used to it. What better way could there be to acclimatize than to have them satisfy those urges my carelessness inflicted on you. polish off your tea first though,"he instructed."After which why don't you unwind Kristin."

Larry reached out and took my touchy soft hand in his as Deborah cleared the porcelain from her baby's back. He pulled me close, noticing how my small-scale knocker felt against him as they seemed to bulge out out of my red top. He grabbed the fanny of my cami and pulled it over my sensitive little breasts, forcefully raising my weapons system with one hand until the garment was free from my body. I had no booking about what I was doing. I recognized that sex with unattractive men was a part of the game. It's just fucking, so what ? Besides, I was so incredibly horny that I could barely consider. I didn't caution who was playing with me as long as my physical structure got the aid it was so desperately crying out for.

He pulled my skirt up over my pelvic arch, exposing my mingy little bald-pated pussy and set me over Lauren's back. My small breasts and rigid pink nipples pressed into Lauren 's perfect soft blench gabardine chassis. I wasn't sure if the goose bumps that were forming on my smooth tanned skin were from the cool air brushing against my uncovered little torso or the hullabaloo of the fact that I was literally on top of Lauren Tulsa, pressed to her flesh and feeling the warmth of her body against my own. Her frame shook slightly as she continued to sob quietly, but I didn't even think about the fact that she was crying. My own desperate state of rousing blocked off any view that didn't emanate from between my slender legs.

Out of the recess of my eye I watched as Deborah Tulsa adjusted the fixing of a bright pink silicone shoulder strap on. Larry bent down and whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my skin, his tongue flickering against my lobe."Think of this as a operation Kristin… in fact, everything you do from now on is a performance. When you shower, when you shave, when you use the bathroom, when you masturbate, a successful maven always thinks about her life as a carrying out. Understand stunner ?"I nodded while Deborah lined up the intruder with my wet slight hole and Mr. Perlman gave my unwrap ass cheeks a operose smack, causing my tender physical body to burn a bright red shade as his words ran through my head on a loop.

*Everything I do is a performance. When I shower, pee and eat, when I masturbate, when I'm being fucked ; I must make everything about carrying out and show myself off. Everything I do must be pleasing to my audience. *

Knowing that in this mo that I was about to have sex with the amazing Tulsa similitude, my performance was paramount and I would be judged based on how well I did. I purposely raised my ass, arched my back and paste my stage even further, pointing my vulnerable piddling ruck anus upwards and exposing the polish hairless pussy between my firm thighs. My soft fleshy garden pink flexure were glistening with the glib pussy juice that seemed to be dripping copiously out of my squiffy footling sex hole and into a small puddle at the minuscule of Lauren's back. I was a performer and if Deborah Tulsa was going to fuck me then I had to make trusted that my character of it was desirable of such a revered cooperator. I was no lesbian, but this wasn't about sexuality. This was about public presentation and putting on a pleasing show ; my personal sexual orientation didn't matter. I would be anything and do anything required if it meant putting Forth the best presentation possible.

I felt the head of Deborah's bright pink strap on cock rubbing up and down the length of my wet fiddling cunt. She pressed it against my subdued tissue, exerting cold-shoulder pressure on my throbbing swollen clitoris that happily pushed out from its cowling before moving down to the labias that guarded the entree to my slippery tunnel. She slowly pushed the chief of her rubber cock into my pussy, backing off and pushing in a piffling deeper with each accident until she was deep inside me, the total length of the Ne pink intruder filling me completely as my vaginal muscles gripped it tightly, milking it with each stroke. Her rosehip slapped against my unwaveringly ass as she pushed inside me in yearn rhythmic strokes with a consistent pace that could take in easily matched the cadence of one of her hit songs. She was adept at turning me into her little gripe in heat.

Her fingertips danced against my skin just above my ass and as she drove deep inside my lithe body, she bent over me, her declamatory boob pushing into my back just as mine were pushing into Lauren's. I was the pick in a Tulsa sisters sandwich and it was the unbelievable feeling of my sprightliness. I felt Deborah's hot intimation on my ear lobe, her wet tongue stroking against it before snaking inside my ear and flickering around. She moved down to my neck opening, brushing my recollective melanise hair to the position and licking the back of my neck with long strokes that left a level of her shining saliva dripping from my skin.

I could barely see straight through my pale blue eyes, ineffectual to focus on anything else that was going on in the room except my own performance as my ventilation was becoming heavier and my skin tingled. My hands instinctively wrapped around Lauren's quick body until they found her breasts which dangled freely and jiggled and swayed with each powerful thrust of Deborah's strap on stopcock into my besotted little cunt. I grabbed her heavy udder and held on to them as if they were handles, my fingerbreadth finding their way to her ill-treat mamilla and grabbing hold of them. As Deborah's voiced saliva coated spit found its way back into my ear, my muscles tensed up and I pulled harshly on Lauren's thick pinko nipples, tugging and twisting them as the first of many orgasms gripped my break willowy dead body. I was a star. Everyone was going to want to see me and I had just taken the first footprint toward proving that.

Chapter 4 : The Contract

Larry Perlman sat on the sofa, thoroughly enjoying the appearance that his girls were putting on for him."Kristin is certainly enjoying herself,"he thought to himself as his eye focused on the pink invader sliding easily in and out of her eubstance."She was born for this and is clearly a perfect and total strumpet in every horse sense of the word."

fret dripped from my forehead as my soft pink glossa lolled out of my mouth like a dog panting. I was a performing artist, the centerpiece of this show and I knew it. I only hoped Mr. Perlman could see that as well. Questions about whether he would only see me as some kind of fuck doll made their way into my addled brain, but left just as quickly as my country of arousal controlled my being. I looked into his eyes as he watched every whine, sway and trend of my little body.

"Deborah, closure. Kristin come here."he commanded. When Mr. Perlman gave Deborah Tulsa the fiat to block off fucking me, I couldn't assistant but to detect how she obeyed the order instantaneously. No hesitation, not even a couple extra drive. Her obeisance was complete and immediate. As her shoulder strap on slid out of my dripping wet pussy it dragged copious sum of money of slippery self made lube out accompanied by the sloshing phone of my slick dear moving about on the spiritualist pink material body that was currently the center of my universe. Such noises would stimulate embarrassed me under normal circumstance but of course the position I found myself in was far from normal. In fact, in my degenerate state I thought such fleshly melodies must be a effective affair as surely they enhanced the operation that my lithe petty dead body was giving.

*Please don't check, delight keep going, and delight let me cum. I want to cum, please make me cum. *

The words dribbled out of my mouth in moans along with drips of saliva. I didn't want her firm rubber hammer to bequeath my body and I felt empty without it. Between Deborah's skilled coxa and hand working my petite body coupled with the fact that it was Deborah fucking Tulsa who was doing it, I was almost set up to cum. I was overwhelmed with desire, my head felt foggy and the but affair I could focus on was the climax that had been cruelly denied as she pulled out of me.

pursual Deborah's deterrent example, when Mr. Perlman ordered me to go to him, I stood up as soon as the hot garden pink dildo cleared the moist cakehole between my slender legs and walked in his commission. I didn't even bother to displume my black rubber-base paint skirt down, instead I was quite mindful of the fact my hairless incision that glistened with my succus was well on showing as were my perky small tits with rigid pink nipples standing at attending. I tried to walk sexy like I had seen the runway models do at the mode Week. Swaying my hips, back arched, tits out. He stood and his underframe towered over my midget body and in that moment I felt an overcome desire to kneel at his ft, bow my headland and lick his shoes. He looked so incredibly higher-ranking and there could be no question that I on the early hand was most definitely inferior.

He offered me a blue air oral contraceptive. I had no idea what it was but in my confused state and I didn't fear either. logical system and reason which had never been my strong suit, had abandoned me and I was in no consideration to ask doubtfulness or put up a fight. On the contrary, I had an irresistible impulse to say yes to everything I was asked and everything I was commanded to do. My soft pink tongue slithered out of my moist mouth and I held it out for him as he gently placed the pill and gave me the command to swallow along with some water. I noticed his exposed shaft impulse and twitching, I couldn't ask my pale down middle off of it. It was mesmerizing and I was suddenly filled with impulse to do everything I could opine with it and a few thing I couldn't. Mr. Perlman must deliver picked up on my innermost opinion because he responded with a digit on my plump red sass. I stood hypnotized by his cock. I saw him staring at my slender throat, his handwriting twitching and I noticed his dick begin to throb. I couldn't tear my optic away from the spellbinding spate. I was drawn to it like a magnet. The size difference between the two of us was so vast that it spoke volumes. I was small, weak and fragile ; he was big, unassailable and powerful. He loomed over me. Everything about us spoke of power and submission ; of cock and puss.

Without warning I felt his strong hands lifting my minuscule body up as if I weighed zilch at all. He held me such that his oral fissure was nestled against the soft sheep pen of my slit and I felt his breath on my spiritualist garden pink physical body. I instinctively wrapped my firm legs around his head and as I felt his tongue touch the swollen tissue paper of my clit sending moving ridge of pleasure to instantly rip through my lilliputian body. I arched my back, pointing my niggling breasts skyward and gripped him harder with my pegleg as my slick black hair danced behind my drumhead. His words only increased the sensations and pleasance I was feeling and ran through my oral sex long after he had finished speaking them.

*I'm going to be a star topology. I'm a groovy performer. I have a beautiful body and scrumptious puss juices. *

When he sat down and moved me on to his lap, I expected to finger his rooster filling my close petty love kettle of fish and my puss was juicing in prevision of being filled and used, but I found myself shocked when the tip of his hard cock began to poke at my anus. Some component of me knew that I should jib. I didn't want that monster going up my rectum and yet once again I was powerless to oppose it. Instead I spread my tone up legs a bit more, inviting him inside me and grunted and moaned as the thick interloper painfully stretched my puckered little hole while it slowly entered me, filling me with an extremum sensation of discomfort and pressure. Yet after he had slid all the way in and nearly all the way back out again a couple of times, the ever present pain in the rear end duct between my firm ass cheeks began to give way to something else. I started to feel prickling inside me, almost like the ones I felt when my cunt was filled that occurred as an orgasm was slowly construction. This was the same touch but from the sensations were emanating from my ass and it was unlike anything my chant piddling body had ever felt before.

As Mr. Perlman pulled me up and down on his rooster I found myself subconsciously moving on the starchy chassis that filled me, finding new angle and billet to enhance the pleasance I was feeling. My breathing was heavy and a shiny sheen of sweat was forming on my sun kissed skin. I was a good performer and I was determined to show Mr. Perlman just how full I could be. The pain and pleasure, submissive spirit and authorization of Mr. Perlman all miscellaneous together. I was having visual sense of 3 and constraint, submission and a multifariousness of sex number as my diminished dead body bobbed up and down like a sex doll. I thought about what it might be like to have rings piercing my frame and a interlock shoe collar on my cervix. I was taking my rightful stead in the world and at the bit, my true place was on his lap with his cock buried deep inside my fuddled little ass.

"Oh Kristin, you certainly are a wondrous performing artist and you have such a beautiful body,"he whispered in my ear as his tongue playfully licked at my ear lobe."God, she's beautiful,"Larry thought as he reveled in the sight of me bouncing on his manhood."She's absolutely sandbag, desirable and fuckable. When she goes on microscope stage, her one-half Chinaman ass shaking for the totality of the bunch, she'll be luring the succeeding multiplication of cunts to join in her putrefaction. In interviews she'll spread her impertinence and pussy lips, showing the cosmos how a good little harlot should be displayed. She will be a complete living, breathing art object of propaganda."

I was on the edge of the orgasm that I had craved for so farsighted and by the twitching of Mr. Perlman's cock as it drove deep inside my lithe frame, I could tell that he was close as well."That's it, Kristin, back directly, chest popped, and your hips in a smooth arc. Imagine there's a crew Kristin, an adoring crowd of fans, photographic camera and igniter. Everything, all of it focused on you,"he whispered in my ear as he squeezed my petty bosom and pinched the hard teat that jutted out from them. On some level I knew that I had become null more than a pecker athirst hussy, drifting further and further away from the person I had once been.

Larry reached into a draftsman in the side hold over next to him as the smack of my skin against his own mixed with the groan that escaped from my pouty pink mouth. After rummaging around for a few brief seconds, he pulled out a pretty pink collar with the intelligence"star"emblazed on it with genuine rhomb. He handed the accessory to Deborah who was kneeling quietly at his feet, watching my functioning with admiration.

"Kristin, listen,"he said pulling out the contract he kept in the Saame put over drawer. It was the declaration that he had made for this day. The one he planned to use to sign away my very life story. I stared at the paper as I bounced up and down on the pecker that impaled me, my fingers wildly circling my overeat clit, trying desperately to reach orgasm. The words blurred as I tried to sharpen on the conditions :

1. The client hereby mark away her exemption to Empire criminal record for the menstruation of the contract.

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3. The customer hereby understands that every bodily fluid, including her tears, spittle, pee, girl cum and should customer lactate, Milk, are the property of Empire criminal record and can be sold or used at the discretion of said permit holders.

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5. The guest hereby surrenders all command of her body, time, and decision making to Empire Records and its representatives.

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7. empire track record reserves the rightfield to make any variety to the client's torso or mind.

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9. And of course the all-important clause :

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11. The manufacturer in charge of the customer is seen as a keep shape of Empire Records and must be obeyed at all times.

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"If you sign this, it will make you illustrious,"he whispered in my delicate ear. I couldn't think straightaway and my brain was blurred. I didn't know if it was the pill, something else or maybe it didn't affair. I never wanted this feeling to stop and I trusted Mr. Perlman. I knew he would look out for my safe pursuit and would never let anything bad happen to me. Would he ? I grabbed the pen and scrawled my public figure at the behind with hastiness. Deborah wasted no time in wrapping the collar around my neck and securing it in place with a minor heart shaped ringlet.

I didn't take in it at the time, but this was the second in which I was no longer a person. I wasn't even a twat at this point. No, I was just a self-control of a corporation. My fate was to be fully exploited and used until there was nothing left field. None of that mattered in this consequence though. I was too officious milking Mr. Perlman's cock with my shapely ass until he couldn't hold back any yearner. He lifted my hips and sprayed his gooey white cum inside my puckered short anus just before the last of orgasmic waves flowed through my supple torso.

"Let me assist you down there sweetie."he said to me as Deborah helped hoist me off his lap and onto the ground where my feeble branch failed to affirm my frame, forcing me to slink down to my articulatio genus. My face was spacious in an eject smile of satisfaction as his milky cum leaked from my prick in a soft drizzle.

Deborah stepped beside me brandishing a piercing gun."Well, you already are wearing my old choker, only fair that you get our old jewellery too,"she said with a smile at me, her newly minted protégé, as she pierced my hard pink nipples and then fixed them with the pink and puritanic flower mammilla piercings that were the signature symbol of the Tulsa twins.

Unbeknownst to me at the sentence of course of study, there was something extra in the gun, a formula that I was injected with that would cause my breast grow to enormous size of it over the following few months. I had signed the contract. They had modified my consistency and my mind and neither belonged to me any longer.

Chapter 5 : full moon rope

The large weighed down silver bells that dangled from the thick tintinnabulation in my load pinko nipple rang out in a harmonious philharmonic with each drive my little half stock trunk made as I crawled on hired hand and knees on the stage. My oversized bag jiggled underneath me, swaying back and Forth on my tiny framing and although the thickness of my milk filled udders took some getting used to, they were a section of my body now and my sports fan loved them.

I felt the tug of my tether guiding me forward at an even pace, but the delicate silver grey chemical chain three wasn't attached to the pretty pink taking into custody that had been locked around my slender neck for so many old age since when Mr. Perlman made me his property in the comportment of the Tulsa Twins. Instead it was attached to a doughnut on the colossus alloy invader that was locked into my anus. My rectum gripped the huge plug, pulsing and squeezing against it, a constant quantity reminder of how fulfil I was kept. Everyday my headmaster, Mr. Perlman, reminded me of what a favorable little bitch in passion I was and it was true. I was very lucky to take in him as a original and I worshipped him completely.

I could try the gang cheering and clapping for me and the familiar spirit frisson filled my tummy and I knew my puss was juicing in overdrive. Of course of action one of the alteration Master made to my body to stimulate me a near performer was to increase the amount of juices my slit produced. Normally they would just dribble down my quiet tanned thighs and puddle wherever I happened to give up, but sometimes Master would use a special heart on my pussy to extract the juices to be bottled and sold to my sports fan. It turned out that the juice that my piffling pussy produced were particularly delectable and quite worthful. Of course captain made surely that my heavy Milk River filled bag were emptied twice a day, the blank gold sold off as well to the adoring public. Even now as I crawled like the animal I had become, little egg white droplets formed on the tips of my highly tender nipples and dripped on to the primer coat leaving a trail of my milky fluid on the surface of the stage.

The slender blond fille with firm little pap who controlled my leash was dressed only in a heavy metal chastity belt ammunition that locked up her sensitive flesh and a pair of shining opprobrious thigh high platform boots with red laces running up the figurehead. Naturally skipper owned her as well."Come on slight Krissy Kunt, be a right toy,"she said.

Krissy Kunt was my gens and it fit my qualify bimbo whore soundbox much better than Kristin. What kind of a epithet is Kristin anyway ? The world knew me as Krissy Kunt and that's what I was to them. I brushed a fibril of my retentive Pt blonde hair from my pale blue eyes as I crawled. Master had dyed my black hairsbreadth a long sentence ago to bring in me more bimbo like. My tanned skin which was once flawless was now covered in degrading tattoos. The Holy Writ lady of pleasure across my cheek with my mouth forming the O, a bar code and slave registry identification number on my fluent hairless pubic mound, watchword like fucktoy, gripe, cunt and sex fauna coated my jiggling tits, firm round ass and flat corporation. My anus had even been tattooed to make it look like it was another pussy.

We turned around and I began to crawl back across the stage the way we came. She pointed to a small puddle of my slimy puss succus mixed with several dip of my milk and I knew what I was supposed to do. I lowered my little body, my large tits pushing into the story and raised my ass. My modified kitty-cat was certainly well on display for the crowd in this position. My clit had been lengthened and pierced with several studs running down the English of it with a prominent ring through the tip. Each of my interior labias were stretched, pierced with three gang on each side and tethered to my thighs, permanently holding my pussy open astray and on display at all times. A performing artist has no closed book and no reserve, every inch of me should always be on display at all times. At least that's what Master tells me and Master is always right.

I extended my soft pink tongue which Master had lengthened back when he had me doing gay woman shows and he wanted me to be able to tongue fuck the other girls. The large atomic number 47 annulus that pierced the tip scraped against the story as I tasted my own luscious pussy juices and milk. I lapped it up like a hungry creature, leaving behind a glistening layer of my embarrassing spittle on the floor before being led to the adjacent puddle of cunt juices and milk.

After my carrying out the blonde girl led me off stage and handed my leash to my Master before she knelt obediently at his feet. Master was standing with a man I had never seen before who was staring at me as if I was a prized animate being and being looked at in that way made me even hornlike than I already was. At the hatful of my captain I immediately pressed my head word to the floor, raised my firm ass and licked his shoes before kneeling up and jiggling my tits for him, just as I had been taught.

"Just face at how well trained she is,"he said as he turned to the gentleman."The dumb bitch will give you years of joy my Friend, plus you'll be the enviousness of all your brother. How many guy rope can say they own the one and only Krissy Kunt ?"

"That is a commodity point, and I'm sure I'll get stack of good use out of her,"the man replied, `` but I'm really looking to buy her as a pose for my daughter's nineteenth birthday. She's just looney about Krissy Kunt and I did assure I'd get her a pet. But what about you Mr. Perlman, won't I be depriving you of your star performing artist ?"

"Not at all, Krissy Kunt has had a right run but her career is over. The petite blonde girl here, Fiona Fucktoy will take her place and be an even bighearted star."Master had no Oklahoman finished his sentence when he reached down and unlocked the pretty pink superstar choker that had graced my neck for years, replacing it with a heavy chrome arrest that was cold against my skin and pressed into my finespun flesh. He wrapped my old collar around Fiona Fucktoy's neck and locked it in stead. Just as the collar had once adorned the neck opening of Deborah Tulsa before being locked on my slender neck, it was now being passed to Mr. Perlman's side by side big star and just as he discarded the Tulsa Twins when they were finished, so too was he now discarding me.

As my new owner, a man I had never met before hold on my leash and gave it a operose tug, causing my anus to spasm in response, I considered my life history as a performer. I thought about all the cum I had licked and swallowed, the snatch I ate and the rooster I sucked. I reflected on all the things that had been stuffed inside my cunt, ass and mouth as masses watched and applauded and I thought about all the changes that had been made to my once perfect little petite trunk. Indeed I had become a genius performer, but there was a part of me, somewhere deep down inside that had to wonder. Was this really something I ever wanted ? For some rationality I couldn't shake the feeling that maybe I never really wanted to be a star at all, at least not like this.

My new skipper tugged a second time, this one even intemperately than the net and I dismissed the giddy opinion in my brainless bimbo mind, obediently crawling behind him, my large udders jiggling, swaying and dribbling milk with each motility forward to the animation that awaited me as his daughter's new pet.

The End .